You may see but you are blind
You may speak but nothing is heard

I don’t write for you…

Contrary to what is said, this is the work of my mind.
My words reach you like a raging herd
You feel attacked…

I don’t write for you…

I rhyme for reasons not known to you
Ideas that are crafted, all created anew
Your skepticism is appreciated

I don’t write for you…

You who lacks the ability to peruse
Who feels dignified in the art of only knowing how to refuse

I don’t write to you…

Thank you for ignoring
Looking down on those adoring
Just know this…

I do not write for you!